Meditation is old and honorable, s… not sit, every morning of my life,… looking into the shining world? Be… attended to, delight, as well as h… Can one be passionate about the ju…

The feet of the heron, under those bamboo stems, hold the blue body, the great beak above the shallows

When the blackberries hang swollen in the woods, in the bramb… nobody owns, I spend all day among the high branches, reaching

Needing one, I invented her— the great-great-aunt dark as hicko… called Shining-Leaf, or Drifting… or The-Beauty-of-the-Night. Dear aunt, I’d call into the leav…

From a single grain they have mult… When you look in the eyes of one you have seen them all. At the edges of highways they pick at limp things.

Last night in the fields I lay down in the darkness to think about death, but instead I fell asleep,

I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her poc… full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone o…

One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice—

Have you ever seen anything in your life more wonderful than the way the sun,

Understand, I am always trying to… what the soul is, and where hidden, and what shape and so, last week,

Is the soul solid, like iron? Or is it tender and breakable, lik… the wings of a moth in the beak of… Who has it, and who doesn’t? I keep looking around me.

The river Of my childhood, That tumbled Down a passage of rocks And cut-work ferns,

Come with me into the field of sunflowers. Their faces are burnished disks, their dry spines creak like ship masts,

In winter all the singing is in the tops of the trees where the wind-bird with its white eyes

centerYou are standing at the edge… at twilight when something begins to sing, like a waterfall pouring down